My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 39 Painting Memories

Evelyn

I slowly climbed up the stairs, taking deliberate steps to avoid making any noise. It almost felt as if I were on a mission to take down some motherfucking mafias, armed with a gun. Perhaps, if I had a real one in my hand, I might have transformed into a brave little soldier, with my muscular accomplice trailing behind me. This almost felt like a thrilling movie, yet simultaneously, I was fucking stressed. The last thing I wanted was to get caught.

A hushed laughter echoed through the hall, causing my gaze to snap back and focus on Jacob, standing beside me.

"Jacob, be fucking quiet. If someone happens to find us now, it's over," I whisper yelled at him, disbelief in my eyes. He appeared to find the situation amusing. The clock showed it was nearly 6:00 in the morning. Judging by the mansion's silence, I knew that all the guests, including my father and Clara-who both slept bulls-were fast asleep. Not gonna lie, occasionally, I found myself doing the same.

"Nobody's going to find us, Evelyn. It's absurd to climb up the stairs at this speed-you look like a tortoise right now."

"Hey, that's insulting," I retorted, momentarily forgetting that we were in the middle of a crisis right now-a bad one.

I cringed at my own voice as it echoed, causing my eyes to widen, and my hand automatically flew to clasp over my mouth.

"Now, who's being loud? Me or you?" he asked, amusement shining in his eyes. Of course, he was enjoying this situation-a whole lot.

"It's..." I lowered my voice, realising I was being loud once again, "It's your fault. You shouldn't have called me that."

"Called you what? A tortoise?" he teased.

"Fuck you!" I glared at him and made a move to storm up the stairs, for a moment forgetting about the fact that I was actually the one insisting on being quiet to avoid prying eyes.

He seized my wrist, pulling me towards him with a swift jerk. My back met his chest, a soft gasp escaping my lips. Leaning in, he brought his lips close to my ear, a suggestive smirk playing on his tempting lips. Even though I couldn't see his expression cause he'd left me no options, I could still bet that his smirk was as irresistibly sexy as ever.

"Well... I suppose last night wasn't enough then?" he began, brushing my hair aside, "So, shall I satisfy your desires again, baby?" His hot breath grazed my skin, and the hair on my neck stood up, sharp as needles.

God, if I don't stop him right now, I doubt I'd have the willpower to in the next few seconds.

"Jacob," I blushed red, pushing against his chest and stepping away, "You are such a—"

"Pervert? I don't mind being called a pervert as long as I get to have you all to myself," he added, looking deadly serious with his words as he once again moved to grab my hand and pull me towards him, "You are all mine."

"No way," a giggle involuntarily escaped my lips as I moved out of his reach.

Why couldn't seem to stop smiling when I was with him?

"Was that a no? Are you saying that you are not mine?" he arched an eyebrow. Well... It was definitely easy to get on his nerves.

I emphasised,

even process it, I found myself ensnared in his muscular

down, Jacob!" I had barely registered any

I already enjoy this view a little too much." I could most certainly feel his gaze on my ass. And I hated the fact that I didn't hate it even

couldn't see me. "It's my dad's mansion. Here,

with me, sweetheart," he chuckled, the deep sound alone capable of

has to," I protested, throwing my hands

to remind you, I've

like a pair of mad dogs, "And besides that, we still haven't determined your punishment for that 'great grandfather' lie. You made

you it's a true story. I heard it in one of

man to

it was a

he brushed it off, carrying me towards his

the door shut, "And if you want to punish me so bad, then suffocate me by sitting on

fucking.....!" I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt myself being tossed onto the bed. A gasp slipped past my lips, and my eyes widened. I glared at

my intended words were left unfinished as he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, hot and heavy. Without giving me a chance to

broke free with just one touch. I found my lower half trapped between his knees as he moved up, kissing me and pressing me into the bed. He made sure I didn't get a

was

I love you," he breathed between kisses before trailing his

my skin, leaving his marks and giving me quite a task to hide them-covering those hickeys took a lot of effort

so fucking much," he murmured, kissing me up and down, changing his

I whispered, pulling his face closer

his lips to mine once again. This time, with more force

of my dreams, the source of all my corrupted thoughts and

with his, "I love you more than you can ever imagine, Jacob. You're the only man I've ever loved, and perhaps, you're the last too," I pressed my forehead against his, my heart racing, "But...there's something I need to ask you. I tried not to, but I

he asked, without any

of maturity that set her apart from most other women. Naturally, a man might find himself attracted to her. Given the history between Jacob and

I carry from that relationship, it's regret. Too much of it. I feel nothing for her; she's just a stranger

course, he'd read my eyes. He knew what doubts were haunting

hands into his silky smooth hair and pulled him in for a

I heard him chuckle in the midst of the kiss and lean further, allowing me access to slip my hands into

the atmosphere

with a caller

Oh shit!